It’s Sunday which, for many of us, means laundry day. What day of the week do you like to tackle laundry? For me, I like to tackle it every day. Why? Because I don’t like to find myself drowning in laundry and dedicating a whole day of the week to get through it. I’m a…
Archives for September 2015
Putting Down the Phone During Mealtime
Cell phone use, to me, has gotten a little out of control. From the minute we wake up to the minute we fall asleep, we’re glued to our phones as we skim through email, get updates on Facebook, pin to our Pinterest boards, scroll through tweets, and read articles published by our favorite outlets….
Trying to Find Time to Read a Book
A few weeks ago, we had my mother-in-law stay with us for the week to help watch our son while I underwent minor outpatient surgery. Having her to help watch, play, feed, and cuddle with our son was, as one could guess it, incredibly helpful. When she wasn’t with my son, she flipped open a…
Outdoor Decor for a Terrace or Porch
Whether we were living in an apartment, rowhouse, or detached home, my husband always find ourselves spending as much time as possible on a terrace. When we lived in a one-bedroom apartment, we made sure to have a terrace outfitted with a grill and bistro set. After moving into our city rowhouse, we decorated our…
Caring for an Indoor Succulent
I try and try and try to have a green thumb. Trust me, I have come a long way. Now that we’re living in the ‘burbs with a gardens galore, I spent much of the spring trying to analyze the flower situation around our new home while I decided on what to plants to keep,…
Labor Day in Gettysburg
Yesterday, I looked at my husband and asked, “Remember when we went to Gettysburg today?” Yes, Labor Day started off like any other day. I woke up early with my son and enjoyed coffee while he ravenously enjoyed his breakfast and looked forward to playing with his toys. Once my husband woke up, we decided…
The Seven Year Itch
Ten years ago, I found you in my kitchen waiting on my roommates and, with a confused look on your face, you asked me, “Is that what you’re wearing tonight?” Nine years ago, we moved into an apartment together and found ourselves in the throes of finding routines, acceptance, and understanding. Eight years ago, you welcomed me into…